I have a Canada problem
From femslash!athletes thing.
Nate ripped her arm away with a yelp. "You bit me!"
"You fucking noogied!" Olly spat and wiped at her mouth. "Shit, you've probably infected me and now I'm going to die of Canadianism."
"Canadianism?"
Olly spat again as she waved a dismissive hand. "You know. Wear flannel plaid. Become a lumberjack. Have a sick codependent relationship with Canadian Tire."
"Are you confusing lesbians and Canadians again?" Nate said, rubbing at the perfect indentations of Olly's teeth. "Fuck, it's bruising already." She looked up to give Olly the full effect of her glare, but of course Olly wasn't even paying attention.
"No wait, lemme guess, you're gonna abandon me in the middle of nowhere. Like Nova Scotia. Where I'll die because I'm allergic to lobsters and there's nothing else to eat there."
Nate ripped her arm away with a yelp. "You bit me!"
"You fucking noogied!" Olly spat and wiped at her mouth. "Shit, you've probably infected me and now I'm going to die of Canadianism."
"Canadianism?"
Olly spat again as she waved a dismissive hand. "You know. Wear flannel plaid. Become a lumberjack. Have a sick codependent relationship with Canadian Tire."
"Are you confusing lesbians and Canadians again?" Nate said, rubbing at the perfect indentations of Olly's teeth. "Fuck, it's bruising already." She looked up to give Olly the full effect of her glare, but of course Olly wasn't even paying attention.
"No wait, lemme guess, you're gonna abandon me in the middle of nowhere. Like Nova Scotia. Where I'll die because I'm allergic to lobsters and there's nothing else to eat there."